I yawned and stretched luxuriously in the morning. I make noises when I stretch because it feels ten times better than stretching silently.

Bullshit, as you Americans say. He's Irish. The Irish say bullshit too.

Do Angels have assholes?" Atticus O'Sullivan - Hexed

Wow you need to get some sun.” “Shut up. I'm Irish.

Thank you, Morrigan. This is very helpful," I said, already feeling myself warming up. "And delivered to me entirely without pain." The Morrigan sucker-punched me hard in the face, sending me sprawling in the snow and breaking my nose. "You spoke too soon and with entirely too much sarcasm," she said. "We could have parted with a kiss. Remember that.

Am I not a fearsome enemy?" "You frighten me primally.

How would you take care of it?” I asked. He shrugged. “I know some ghouls. I make a couple calls, the guys come over for dinner, problem solved.” “They can put away nine whole giants? There’s that many ghouls in town?” “Probably not,” Leif admitted. “But whatever they do not eat tonight, they’ll take the rest to go.” I stared at him in disbelief. “You mean like a doggie bag?” The vampire nodded with a thin trace of a smile. “They have a refrigerated truck, Atticus. These are practical guys.